Page 22 of Skulk of Foxes
His green eyes darkened. ‘You are goading me.’
‘So dole out your punishment,’ I told him. ‘Give me lines. Order me to do push-ups. Tell me I’m being bad.’
He stepped back, the sudden cool breeze between us making me shiver. ‘You will do what I say.’ His gaze travelled the length of my body. ‘Take off your T-shirt.’
‘Or what?’ I taunted. When he didn’t respond, however, I did as he instructed, baring my flesh. I dropped the offending material onto the ground and toyed with my bra strap. ‘And this?’
He licked his lips. ‘Do it.’
I slid the straps down my arms before unclasping the bra. With my eyes on Morgan’s, I slowly removed it. ‘Is this what you want?’
‘Drop it,’ he said. ‘Drop the bra.’
I did. I didn’t twirl it or tease or do anything other than let it fall. I stared at him, challenging him to continue. If he decided to stop now, regardless of our al fresco position I’d have to tie him to the nearest lamppost with my underwear and work on him myself. Fortunately, he seemed to have a better idea.
Morgan folded his arms across his chest and watched me. Maybe I should have felt vulnerable; I should certainly have felt cold. But the heat of his gaze and the anticipation firing through me was more than enough to keep me warm.
‘Turn around.’
I pivoted slowly, presenting him with my back. I heard him step towards me, the crunch of his footsteps on the gravel adding to my anticipation. Then his fingers brushed away my hair and his lips pressed against the nape of my neck. His tongue dipped out, circling the first nub of my spine before moving lower and doing the same to the next and the next and the next. It was a delicious, slow torment. Clearly, Morgan had a lot more patience than I did.
I squirmed and moaned.
‘Stop it,’ he said, pausing long enough to speak.
I smiled. ‘See?’ I said. ‘Schoolmarmish.’
He hissed under his breath. Grabbing me by the waist, he spun me round so that I was facing him once more. ‘You always have to push your luck, don’t you, Maddy? Even when the going is good and the world is on your side, you can’t settle.’
I let my eyes drift down to his groin. His trousers were still open at the waist which, given the size of his erection, was probably a good thing. ‘That,’ I whispered, ‘is because I always want more.’ I lifted my gaze. ‘But are you prepared to give me it?’
Morgan dropped his hands. ‘I’ll give you whatever you want.’
I didn’t have to ask. He pulled his shirt over his head, not wasting time undoing the buttons, and threw it onto the small pile of my clothes. Then he pushed down his trousers and kicked them off. Even if there had been any passers-by, I wouldn’t have noticed. Who could pay attention to their surroundings when they were facing someone like Morgan in full naked splendour? I stripped off my jeans and leapt at him. No more teasing.
Fortunately, he clearly felt the same way. There was a brief awkward moment as our limbs tangled together and we stumbled back against the wall but it didn’t take us long to extricate ourselves. His skin was searingly hot against mine, despite the cool breeze which swirled round us. I’d have thought that he’d be too embarrassed for sex a la fresco like this, given that anyone could stumble upon us. Maybe the lack of people on the streets was giving him confidence or maybe it was the magic in the air that was making him extra horny. Then again, looking at the hot, feverish desire in his expression, maybe it was just that he wanted me enough to throw all caution to the wind.
I ran my fingers down the nubs of his spine and he groaned. He returned the favour by moving his own hands from my waist and upwards, until his fingers teasingly brushed against the under side of my breasts. I caught my breath. Was I actually trembling?
‘Go on then,’ he husked.
I licked my lips. ‘What?’
‘Tell me what you want.’
I shook my hand, registering his brief flare of panicked disappointment. ‘Actually, I don’t want,’ I told him. ‘I need.’ I trailed my hands round until I could feel his hard length against my fingertips. ‘I need you inside me. I need you to fill me, Morgan.’ I gazed at him. ‘I need you to fuck me.’
‘Done,’ he growled. Morgan’s eyes met mine and, with one swift thrust upwards, he was inside me, filling every inch of me. I gasped aloud and he smiled back in triumph.
Pressure built up, threatening to engulf me every time our hips rose.
‘Morgan,’ I moaned.
‘Tell me,’ he ordered, still watching me. ‘Tell me you need me.’
It was a struggle to get the words out. There was only the barest semblance of conscious thought. Morgan was taking over everything; every atom of my body was screaming just for him. I drew in a ragged breath and bit the words out. ‘Ineedyou.’
It was enough. He half-closed his eyes and thrust one last time. Finally I let go. My body shuddered into his and he groaned, his hands clutching me as he jerked and collapsed against me. Oh, man.
